Season of Spice – Hour 7, Prompt 7

Look, here comes a rumor
full of flavor and oh my!
There’s another little story soaring by.
Here comes a tale that’s sordid,
tart, and full of tricky things
I’m so lucky to have plucked its tiny wings.

Rumors are the Spice of life
Causing stress and Causing strife
And it seems that ’tis the season
For all to be told (within reason)
I’m ready for the flavor,
I’m ready for the spice.

Boy, howdy, here’s a concept
He said, she said, none of it’s true
What’s a poor rumormonger to do?
Give up? Not a chance, there’s always something just…
Make something up and hope that it sticks
Flavor the town with spicy tricks

Rumors are the Spice of life
Under duress and under the knife
And it seems that ’tis the season
For all to be told (without a reason)
I’m ready for the flavor,
I’m ready for the spice.

How ’bout something no one’s never heard!
Lies are alright if nobody’s hurt
Hey did you know? Becky stole her shirt!
(Becky and I know that’s not true, but the rumor’s been spread!)
Faster than lightning, faster than twice
Suddenly Becky’s job is on thin ice! (Whoops!)

Rumors are the Spice of life
Just don’t get caught; it feels nice
To spread rumors during the season
Where all is told, including treason
We’ve got all the flavor
We’ve got all the spice.
All for just doing
Something not nice.
Rumors are the Spice of life.

2 thoughts on “Season of Spice – Hour 7, Prompt 7

  1. Well-written! honestly I feel a little jealous because I have read all these poems and each one follows its own pace and they are a delight to read, mine are always on the chaotic side, so I really admire you. Makes me want to practice on my rhythm sense more.. so thank you for sharing your work ^^

  2. I really like the pace of this poem, the rhyme scheme and the repetition also worked well with the theme of the poem. Like a rumour the repeated lines were whispered over and over, and as is the case passing whispers they distort ever so subtly until they are but a faux-facsimile of the truth.

    The voice of the piece is also interesting as it feels quite aloof; yet the last two stanzas make clear how significant something small can become.

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